Simon Pure Novels & Stories

“We heard your experience this morning. You bumped into Simon!” “Simon?” Ann was confused. “So, he is Simon?” “Yes, him,” a man in a deep blue shirt said. “The notorious CEO of Santorini Group, also known as The Unattainable.” “Why is he called The Unattainable?” Ann asked. “Because he owns everything. He is young -- only 30 years old, handsome, tall, and rich. Everyone would fall for him. But, no one could dare own him,” the brown-haired lady said.

And I wasn’t kidding when I said he looked sexy. “SB... And he’s seriously muscular. His body is, like, on fire,” I said, sneaking a glance at Simon out of the corner of my eye. As expected, his cheeks flushed a light shade of pink. I could already tell he was mentally constructing a shirtless image of Silvio. I laughed, shaking my head at how ridiculous Simon looked. He didn’t just breathe and eat rainbows, he practically shot them out of his eyes. His thing for super buff guys had gone way beyond a preference; at this point, it was a full-blown fetish.

Simon watched him pull away before opening his car door and getting in. "William, I need to use the Zhang project; that's the only thing that can distract my uncle and Gideon." Simon stated. "Okay, what would you like me to do?" William asked. Before Simon could respond, his phone vibrated, and the moment he opened it, his eyes turned red with anger as he stared at the words: - How was my gift?

I walked slowly in the direction I heard the voice. “You act like you don’t know what is expected of you.” John’s voice was sharp, like a knife. “ Your purity is what makes you special. It’s what sets you apart. It’ll be a shame if you let… distractions ruin that.” The last part was deeply emphasized. The words make my skin crawl. Simon said something, but his voice was too soft for me to hear. But God his tone. He felt so helpless. I wanted to punch John’s face so bad.

The guys all spoke loudly, rough housing with one another. Gerwulf cleared his throat and they all stopped, straightening up. He pulled me to his side, putting an arm around my waist. "I'd like you to meet your future Luna." His voice was staying neutral as if he was trying to force himself to not sound too excited. One of the guys, who was sitting by himself furthest from the others laughed hard," yeah we know. You haven't shut up about her for years." His gaze landed on me and he winked causing Gerwulf to give him a warning growl," I'm Simon, the gamma." He had almost white blonde hair, his eyes looked a light pink with blue mixed. "Before you ask, yes I'm albino. No my wolf isn't white, a

I knew instantly who'd done it. Before long, the Internet was piling on. "Ten years is more than enough to leave someone in the dust. Mark seriously thinks he can beat Jerome? The same guy he personally shipped overseas to study? What a joke." Then one comment caught my attention. "Is it just me, or is he actually the guy who used to simp for the Burkes' long-lost daughter they just found?" "Nah, you've got it wrong. That's the Swain heir. Why would he be simping for her?"

"His name is Simon. Like us, he's an ability user. His power is… communicating with satellites and reading all server data, bypassing any firewall." What a useless ability! No—wait. If the government was only lying low for now, and the major military regions were still preserving their strength, then advanced weapons should still be functional. Simon could communicate with satellites and ignore firewalls—did that mean he might be able to control those weapons? Seeing Ray's expression grow serious, Channing immediately laughed. "It's probably not as powerful as you imagine. Simon can only read information. He can't issue any commands." Ah. Then it really was useless.

Seems like all that money cost them a few brain cells. My eyes follow Nico’s finger, as I try to pick out the suit he's talking about. I feel a rush of dread run through me as I clock who it is. Mr. Reid.

After all, his pals are not judgemental and are definitely not homophobes. For years, Simon fantasized of being with Hans. But he just couldn’t act on his desires because he is terrified and he is not confident. But now that he has the chance, he knew he should not let this pass. He bit his lower lip as he gazed at the wonderful silhouette on the frosted glass. He wants Hans to be his. ‘You're going to be mine tonight...’ Simon thought as he continued taking a bath.